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scifilover
10-03-2014, 01:25 AM
A little sci fi adventure drama that popped in my head as I drove home from work! Not much sex in it at the moment, a bit of a surprise in the beginning though :)

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Roger quietly opened his sister's bedroom door and silently slipped up to the sleeping girl's bed. He kneeled down, his face a foot or so above that of his sister. He looked down at her with affection.

'Oh June, beautiful June', he thought. 'Mother would be so proud. You have her eyes. Her light blue eyes. And her nose.' He smiled down at his only sibling. Her eyes were rolling around underneath her eyelids. She was dreaming. 'I wonder what about', he thought. 'I hope it is a good dream, a happy dream.'

"I love you, June", Roger said in a whisper, almost under his breath. He wasn't sure why he spoke the words. He didn't want to wake her up. She looked so peaceful, so free of care.

"I'm sorry, in advance, about tomorrow", he continued, in the same shallow whisper. His eyes filled with tears. He quickly pulled out a handkerchief, noticing a teardrop splatter on her face. "You must understand, June. It is the only way. With Mother passed on, it is my job to take care of you. You will turn, tomorrow. You will be 18. Please forgive me."

He looked down to her chest, under the covers, which rose and fell. She had undergone development, like so many other girls had done. It was a pity, really. She was perfectly fine to begin with. Roger grabbed the covers and pulled them up to her chin. He leaned over, kissed her forehead, rose, and left the room as silently as he had entered.

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scifilover
10-03-2014, 01:51 AM
"Time to wake up, sis. Time for school!", Roger yelled from downstairs, in the kitchen.
"I'll be right down", June called back.

Roger heard her footsteps as she came down. He turned his attention from the stove, on which he was cooking eggs, to see his pretty sis come down the steps. Both he and his sister blushed as they met each others gaze, her large, heavy breasts bouncing freely under the tight gray tank top that was standard uniform, along with the tight light blue jeans.

"I'm so sorry.......June, your breakfast is ready."
"It.........It is ok, Roger.........it is not your fault.........Omelet's this morning? You're so sweet, Roger. I should......owwww!!!", she cried, with a wince of pain.

"Are you ok?", Roger asked, looking over at his sister with concern.
"They are just tender. I think they might have grown a bit overnight", June said, her voice starting to shake. "I'm so tired of it. Why won't the stop growing?", she asked, knowing the question was rhetorical. It had always been that way, it seemed. Women were perfect in every way. The system made sure of it. If anything wasn't up to par. If a woman had small breasts, she took pills. June had taken the pills ever since she had started puberty, when it was noticed that she was naturally less than ideal.

"At least women of my generation used to have a special type of clothing to help. They were called bras. They helped support the breasts of women, and protect them. But no more."

"Nope, not since the era of Objectification", June repeated the phrase. "Large, free breasts. That is what men want. And women want what men want", she reiterated the standard in a monotone voice.

"It isn't fair", replied Roger, without looking up from his stove.
"You're telling me", June said, cradling her tender breasts in her arms.

"Eat up", Roger said, changing the subject. "Don't want to be late for school!"
"You're not the boss of me!", June responded, with a grin. "You're 20, only two years older than me! You're not an elder!"
"You're right, I'm not. Now eat your eggs!!!", Roger said.

scifilover
10-03-2014, 02:10 AM
"June, can you tell us?", Mr. Creeper asked.
"I'm sorry, what?", June replied, coming out of her day dream.
"Can you tell us what was so important about the year 2068?
"It was the commencement of the Era of Objectification", June answered.
"That is correct."

"But sir", responded a blonde haired boy at he front of the classroom. "Haven't women always been objectified, even long before that date?"
"Oh yes", the teacher responded. "But it was not standardized like it is today. Some men merely catcalled, threatening women, others forced themselves upon them. There was no order to the oppression. Come to think of it, some men even let women go unharrassed", said the teacher, with an expression of amazement. "Think of the chaos. No order at all. No, no, it had to be changed. There had to be order, hence the beginning of our current era."

scifilover
10-04-2014, 12:00 AM
Roger waited in the courtyard for class to be dismissed, his face buried in his hands. 'This is the only way', he thought. 'The only way to protect her, today, the day of the taking.' He raised his head to see June walking down the hallway, her breasts, as always, bouncing within her tank top as she walked. It barely even registered anymore. First of all, she was his sister. Secondly, bras had long since been banished from the community. It had been decades since a woman had worn one. Development had been a relatively new addition to the improvement of women.

June handed Roger a flyer.

"What is this?", he asked, opening it up.
"It is a procedure. Injections twice a year. It would replace the pills." June paused, cradling her breasts in her arms. "It would be more growth", she continued, pausing as a tear ran down her cheek. "But it would be two injections, for a whole year, and the improvement would be permanent. No more pills."

Roger looked up. "Is it worth it, for you?", he asked, thinking of decades past when such conversations about siblings bodies would have been taboo. He wished they still were.

"Yes", she said, another tear running down. "I wouldn't have to worry about missing pills. It would be easier..........more natural."

Both of them laughed. Natural, the word had become almost obsolete. Oh yes, June's breasts were natural in regards to the fact that they had grown. Surgery had become obsolete decades ago, replaced by the new marvels of growth therapy. It was an almost instantaneous hit: large, natural breasts were within reach of all women for low prices, without the risks of surgery. Breasts that moved like the real thing, because they were the real thing. Breasts that bounced, swayed and felt completely natural.

But that wasn't the whole story, as June and Roger knew. Roger saw the pain in her face. Neither of them knew exactly how large her breasts had become; no bras meant no bra sizes. What they did know is that the small breasts she had before the procedure had been the adornments her body was supposed to bear. The massive bosoms she carried now were heavy and had begun to sag, despite her young age. Roger was certain that he wasn't supposed to know about it, but he had passed the bathroom one afternoon to see June standing in front of the mirror, her top half naked, staring, her eyes swollen from crying, the tears almost flying, at the breasts she was not supposed to bear. The organs that had once stood so firm and proud on her chest, which had now, through no fault of her own, been defeated by gravity.
When Roger had returned from a trip to the grocery store, finding June laid on her back in bed, her face scrunched up in pain, her hands holding her breasts, he had plopped down onto the bed, taken a cantaloupe out of the bag and held it beside her clothed left breast, eliciting a laugh from both. Roger delighted in making June smile. She had the most beautiful smile, although it was all too seldom these days.

They walked side by side, in silence, to the ceremony grounds. Roger did the best he could not to let his feelings come to the surface. 'I must be brave, for her sake. The poor girl. She doesn't know what is coming.'

scifilover
10-04-2014, 12:24 AM
They entered the large concrete building, to find an auditorium like space, with rows of seats and a stage in the front. Roger held June's hand as they went to their seats. As the other members of the community got seated, Roger began to lose his composure. He bent forward, his face in his hands. June reacted immediately, wrapping her arm around him and speaking in a soothing tone.

"Roger, what is it? What's wrong?"

He shook his head in response. There was no explaining what was about to happen. How could you describe what was about to happen? What words would you use?

A deep voice bellowed through the speakers: "will the new 18s come up here on the stage, please?" A large group of young ladies made there way up to the stage, June among them. She smiled weakly at Roger, as she headed to the stage. When she got there, the voice continued.

"30 young ladies this season! 30 virgins, ripe for the picking!!!" Roger's brow furrowed in anger. How dare he talk about those girls like that! How dare he speak about his sister that way!

"As I am sure you are all aware, the rules state that lotto tickets have been put in before hand to bid on these fine young specimens. Tickets at $20 a piece. Let us see now who our lucky winners are."

June and Roger locked eyes. Her eyes were wide with alarm. She finally caught on to what was happening. Roger gazed into her eyes. 'It will be okay, baby. Trust me.'

scifilover
10-04-2014, 12:35 AM
Roger's hands were clasped as the speaker began to read the results, amid an uproar of enthusiasm from the men in the seats. If he was caught he would receive a heavy lashing, but it was worth the risk. She was worth it.

"Ms. Sarah Willoughby", the voice read. "Mr. Tom Sheppard!" The girl burst into tears, attempting to run off the stage as the young man walked up the side steps. She was caught, slapped and pushed back to the front. Guards led the two of them out the back to the cells where her virginity would be taken against her will. One after another, each of the women was partnered with a man at random. There were tears, fits of rage, panic.

"Ms. June Watkins." Roger's heart beat in his throat, as he imagined hers was. 'Please let this happen. Please!, please!' June looked down at the floor in shame and helplessness, waiting for the verdict.

scifilover
10-04-2014, 12:55 AM
"Mr. Roger Watkins." June's head jerked up like a deer in headlights. 'What?' Her eyes met Roger's as he was escorted to the steps. Her expression was one of shock, she was incredulous. Roger walked up the steps and then almost ran to his sister.

"What?! What is going on, Roger?"
"It's going to be ok, June", he said, pulling her into a hug. Her face was pale as the two were led off stage.
"Roger..........what is happening?"
"Everything will be ok. The plan worked."
"The plan?"
"Shhhh!!!", Roger hushed, looking back at the guards behind them. "Quietly!!! They can't know!!! I put in ten tickets..."
"But that......."
"Yes, it is cheating."
"And now.......", her jaw dropped, her eyes wide, as the guard before them unlocked the heavy iron door and opened it. "No", June whispered, her eyes tearing up. "Oh please, please, no, Roger, no!!!" Roger pushed June into the cell for dramatic affect, before walking in himself. The soundproof door locked behind them.

scifilover
10-04-2014, 01:11 AM
June collapsed on the dusty red covers of the bed in the center of the dark cell.

"Oh my God, this can't be happening.........it..........it can't be.....", she cried, her voice carrying off.
"What would you have preferred, JUNE!!!", Roger yelled, anger leaking out in an attempt to cover up his shame. "Some random man? Some brute? A huge, corrupt monster of a man? Some barbarian, who makes a hobby out of pain. This was the only way to protect you!"
"Protect me??? Protect me??? This isn't protecting me!!! This is.....this is......."
"Wrong, yes. Yes it is!!! It is all fucking wrong, June!!! This community, this city, this fucked up world we live in! It is all FUCKING WRONG!!!"

June backed away from her brother as his anger grew by the moment.

"This world has turned into some form of hell, where women are property, play things. I can't do anything about that, June. Not yet, anyway. I can't change this country. I can't change this world. But, if there is one thing in this world I am going to do...", Roger exclaimed, leaping onto the bed over his sister. "If there is one thing that I will not fail at, it is protecting my little sister from the scum of this world. If I have to do the unthinkable, the horrific, the unimaginable in order to keep you safe, so be it. Now, close your eyes."

April
10-08-2014, 06:07 PM
Welcome to SSP scifilover, and thats great start to your tale.

I am looking forward to seeing where you take this.

Thanks for jumping right in and posting with us, and I hope to see you having a great time around the threads.

comsmith22
12-05-2014, 07:17 PM
Interesting Beginning... I'm Looking forward to reading More ...

mmessner38
12-05-2014, 09:56 PM
great beginning. wish the chapters were longer.